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A VICTOR IS A WOMAN

A VICTOR IS A WOMAN

A woman she is called

People call her a woman

And some, a very lowly person

To others, a kitchen manager

Well, she is a victor.

 

She is up in the night 

Just as I am sleeping soundly

Pondering where the next meal will come from

When I am sick she is more sick

When I am happy we share the joy

With hugs, smiles and all that

Oh! how we on air at such a moment

She is a victor.

 

She is the planner

Making a house a home

A ball of fire she is

Making sure we are all delighted

Sometimes ;actually many times

She is off to get something for me to eat

I remain this way waiting in hope

For the smiles and hugs from her

The Victor.

 

Sometimes cold water is thrown upon her effort

But no way, she stands up again

All this happens in my admiration

Like there she goes

She is a VICTOR.